The Autumn Farewell

The leaves of autumn blush in crimson hue, A farewell whispered soft to summer's grace, As golden light descends to take its place, And forests don their robes of rusted dew. The winds of change bring forth a chill anew, In amber tones the trees their fate embrace, Each branch prepares to face the winter’s face, As bare as truth when time has come to view. But in the silence of the winter’s reign, The roots hold fast beneath the frozen crust, For spring will thaw what winter dared restrain. Though branches sleep, the earth remembers trust, Awaiting life to course through them again, And sing once more, as every tree must. #ItalianSonnet#